Tomorrow is the day,
When we shall all say,
That it has been a year,
For which I am with her.
I love her more than life,
I endure bloody strife,
So as to see her sad no more,
The torture, she’d always ignore.
I loved her with my whole heart,
I cried if we were ever apart,
She’d simply notice the tear,
And leave me alone, meek and mere.
I had once loved the way she spoke,
It now reminds me the way my heart broke,
I left her the day before the grand event,
For loving one so cold could not make me content.
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